Travel Entertainment

She seemed unusually fond of bears. She looked of quiet sophistication. Even now as she slipped in and out of her nap she seemed unreachable. I'm not quite sure if I've seen a french model, but I was rather certain that she looked like one. Her hair color gradated from gold to hazel as the sun peeked through the vehicle's window. I stared at her aquiline nose and thin lips as I tried to decipher my sudden attraction.

Three seats apart, I still noticed as beads of sweat started forming above her brow. There was a small bear pinned on her handbag.

I guess she was enigmatic in that way. It's like she could ask me to play house and I wouldn't know whether or not the invitation had sexual undertones.

The air conditioning was no match for the seeping heat of the sun and the road, not to mention the collective body warmth of ten people. My own sweating had become more generous though I hardly moved. My eyes in contrast continued their journey.

She was wearing what seemed to be a pale green pleated skirt. She seemed preppy actually, if not for her face that belonged more in Vogue than with the rest of her. As was natural with my thought process, I pictured her wearing a schoolgirl uniform and a matching impish smile.

I let my own smile slip through at the thought. Well, whoever said that public transport was devoid of entertainment.

I imagined that the paper bag she held contained her feminine effects like an atomizer and a big brush. The bag was checkered with bears.

At that point, I figured that I had invested too much time entertaining these recent thoughts about her. I had to surrender to the natural course of things. Do I say hi or not?

I suppose I was sufficiently dressed so as not to be mistaken for a perv. Well, even if I was, it wouldn't take much of a stretch to be true. This is why men wear ties isn't it? To add that air of respectability and decency. Mental note: ties are not solely used for tying women's hands to bed posts.

I found that my normally dry hands softened with moisture. It seems that my body has already started expressing reservations about my plan.

Torpe.